Illustration by Fabio Vermelho Marlee Grace is an improvisor and writer residing in Point Reyes, California. She works with improvisation as a method for navigating being alive & making work through movement, quilting, writing, & podcasting. Through her...

Illustration by Fabio Vermelho MariNaomi is the award winning author and illustrator of Kiss & Tell: A romantic resume, Ages 0 to 22, Dragons Breath and Other True Stories, Turning Japanese, and I Thought YOU Hated Me, and the founder of the Cartoonists of Color...

It was too dark too see his face. In my rear-view mirror, all I could make out was his silhouette, sitting silently at the wheel of his beaten-up pickup. Was he watching me? My head was spinning. I really wasn’t fit to drive but I didn’t have a choice; I wasn’t safe...

Illustration by Fabio Vermelho Adam Faucett is a singer songwriter hailing from Benton, Arkansas. Possessing a voice that ‘knocks your brain into the back of your skull’ (The Onion A.V Club), his songs are beautiful and hollering and raw,...

The United Kingdom European Union Membership Referendum of 2016 divided opinion like no other political issue in U.K history. Politicians and high profile celebrities such as Gaz from Geordie Shore and football pundit Mark Bright debated across the breadth of Britain...

For a long time, whenever I pictured someone from the southern United States, I drew two unfavourable portraits: The clueless redneck who lives on a trailer park and spends his day shooting at cans, save for the odd roll-in-the-hay with his wife/sister. Or the...

These lists of words were inspired by this quote; “I think the act of naming something implies, very simply, that you’re not alone. We give names to things so we can talk about them. Once there’s a word for an experience, it feels contained somehow—and the...

This spring while I was in LA I sent both John K. Samson (Manitoban, writer, solo artist, frontman of The Weakerthans) and A$AP Rocky postcards asking for recipes, with my email written at the bottom. John K. got a kitsch 70s postcard with a girl sitting on a swing...

“Your eyes go from green to a silver grey depending on how much you’re tired of my shit.” He says as I sit on his lap, my silk pants tightly hugging my ass. I smell slightly of sweat. The night spent in his bed on my own, drowning in the covers, surrounded by pillows...

“Oh wow, you look far too young to have a son in his fifties!” Maria says to Beverly. If we were in England now Beverly would say, “thank you”. We aren’t in England anymore Toto. “I was the victim of a violent crime you see,...